A regular trip from earthy people in public transport in the corner of a country with freedom and democracy, photographing figures, faces, and shadows of an evening with today’s ingenue social realism. However, in its silent and calm visual, vaguely heard like bringing back the immortal words of Martin Luther King, “I Have A Dream.” We look at—or maybe the other way around, looked at by-the face and figure representing several generations of Afro-American community along with the burst or disappearance of the evening sunlight’s reflection contouring sequences of their presence. Inevitably, the silence during the trip is almost the same as the silence of historical dreams itself.